Author's Note: I'm back, and I would like to thank Mr. 001 for the first review, I appreciate good feedback, it enhances my confidence. Also I must thank animemonk for giving me some tips on how to write a good story, thank you both.
Disclaimer: I don't own the rights to pokemon, Game Freak and Nintendo do. I only own my OC's and story.
Chapter 2: Let the Adventure Begin
Extra Notes:
"Normal speech"
"Telepathic thought speech"
"Uhhg… why does everything hurt so much?" said a certain teenager.
We find the teen from before lying face down in a scorched plain. Looking up, he finds he's not in his bedroom anymore; he notices a field of trees to the right, but a few of them had their tops burnt off. Looking off to the left was nothing of importance or interest. Letting his vision clear up, he finally looks straight up, surprised to see what was happening.
In front of him were 5 people, backs turned away from him and arms raised up to their sides in some sort of defense, as if to protect him. As he looked closer, they seem to be all female, each wearing some strange outfits.
On his far right was a woman that appeared to be taller than him, with long blonde hair, black gloves with claws at the end, and some sort of red and yellow sweat suit.
To the left of her was a small girl that seemed to be floating, she had a Japanese white kimono with a big red bow around her waist. For some reason she had her arms coming out of the sides of what seem to be her head and from what the teen could see, had no feet.
At the far left of the group was a girl that was about half the teen's size, but he can tell she holds great power in her body. She seemed to be wearing a yellow and blue jacket with matching shorts and black high socks. There were also pearl white spikes on the top of her hands and four ponytail things on the back of her head.
To the right of Ms. Ponytail there, was another girl of the same height. She seemed to wear a brown fur coat with a cute little tail ball at the lower back. She had huge brown and blonde hair that ran down all the way to her hips.
In the middle of the group was a girl about the teen's height, maybe a little shorter. She had springtime green hair with a matching long-sleeve shirt and gloves. She also had a white ball gown that had a similar color to her hair on the inside. There was a red spike that was driven through her chest.
"Why does she have a chest spike," thought the teen "doesn't it hurt?"
"No, it doesn't," replied a small, yet sweet voice in his head.
"Who are you, all of you?" asked the teen.
"We are your protectors, your guardians, and your friends," answered the girl via telepathically.
"Sure… I can see that, but what are your names?" questioned the teenager.
She giggled cutely at his question. "You're the one that named us; you're the one that should know," the girl assumed as she turned her head.
She had big red eyes that the teen couldn't help but look in awe. To him they were gorgeous, but they held much pain and worry, almost as if she was going to die.
He soon found out why.
In front of all of them was a huge beast of great evil. The teen could tell that it was not natural; it was a misshapen lump of different animal parts, some recognizable, some not, all he could tell is that it has no mind to control it.
The beast had what the teen could tell was its head held up in the sky, a huge ball of dark energy was collecting a few feet from its face. The ball had a corrupted feeling to it, as if it collected the entire negative force of the world. The last thing that occurred was the beast had fired the sphere in the group's direction.
The dark light surrounded the girls, their shadows dancing across the teens face. They were all engulfed in the dark sphere of immoral influence.
"NOOOOO!" the teen wakes up abruptly, shooting straight out of bed.
"Oh my Buddha… that was probably the most painful dream ever, right above the leg eating zombie one, and that one was painful."
The teen looks to his right; the clock says 5:59 a.m.
"Oh come on! One minute before the alarm, AGAIN!" he bellowed into the sky.
The alarm suddenly rings, indicating his daily routine.
"Well time to get ready for school, woohoo." he said in a dreary tone.
In about an a few minutes, the teen got dressed; he wore a black jacket with blue sleeves, a yellow undershirt, blue jeans, white and black sneakers, and a fedora with colors that matched his jacket, plus a fancy light blue feather sticking out the side.
Few hours later…
"Yet another boring day." he murmured to himself.
The teen was in his last hour of class, English class to be precise. The school he went to was a prestigious high school of the highest order (not going to look up for one, too many to choose from).
"Jared Deus!" bellowed the teacher.
"What, oh here." the teen, now known as Jared, replied.
"I've already taken roll call," said the teacher "I want you to take off that darn hat of yours."
"But it's hat-day today." Jared answered sarcastically.
"Why you little-" the teacher started to say, but Jared suddenly raised his hand and pointed to a poster that said "Today is 'wear your cap day' so bring your lid to school :D"
"Oh," the teacher started "Then uh, carry on with whatever you're doing."
The teacher lowered his head in embarrassment as all student in the class, excluding Jared, were laughing at the small quarrel that resulted in the teacher losing.
"Sigh," Jared thought "Even beating the teachers at conversation is boring, isn't there something of a challenge anywhere?"
As emo as Jared sounds, he actually has reason for it. He lived the good life, got everything he ever wanted and then some. He came from a rich family; his dad is a CEO in a major corporation and his mom is a famous fashion designer.
He's the most popular guy in school too, girls always rushing toward him, wanting his number and more. But he always turn them down, even the most popular lass in school, he has turn down a date. They were never his type anyway; they all think they can get anything they want by demand.
And everything he did was too easy to him. Like finding the hint to curing cancer; only a hint because the doctors kicked him out of the project; he was too good.
"You want a challenge do you?" said a mysterious feminine voice in Jared's mind.
"What the… who said, or thought that in my head!" he thought.
"Someone willing to give you the challenge you seek," spoke the voice.
"Whatever it is, I'll take it!" Jared responded without a second thought.
"But don't you want to know what it is… wait… how did you responded back to me telepathically?" questioned the voice.
"I don't know. Stuff like this just happens to me," he answered. "I can do practically anything if it's in my power."
"Well… whatever, you'll be perfect for this challenge you seek," the voice confirmed.
"So what is it exactly I have to do?" asked Jared.
"You must… do my laundry!" the voice said.
"Seriously?" he responded.
"Let me finish! You must… do my laundry… in a different dimension!"
"OK"
"Really you'll do it!"
"Aye, sure whatever, I'll do it."
"Good, but first a distraction is needed for you to get out of school… forever."
"Wait, what?"
Just then, a man in a black ski mask and handgun broke into the class and demanded "Everyone put your heads down and no one will get hurt!"
"I hope this is the distraction you were talking about," Jared asked telepathically to the voice.
"Nope, chuck testa," she joked.
"Well I better take care of this," Jared got out of his seat and walked toward the man with the gun, popping his knuckles as he strolled "Yo buddy, come on and shoot me, I dare you."
"What!" the man said in surprise.
"Come on I dare you, take a shot, unless you're chicken," Jared taunted.
"WTF! You're crazy!"
"And you're a little baby man," cracked Jared.
"F-fine, e-eat this."
The man raised the gun unsteadily, aimed for Jared, and shot him 4 times time in the chest.
"Ow… you got me!" Jared faked "I see the light- oh who am I kidding, I ain't dead yet." Jared actually has a bullet-proof vest on, yet no one but him knew about it. Being the son of a major CEO has it's perks and quirks. Like assassins hired to kill you.
"What the fuck! What are you?" the man cried, freaked out by the way Jared was still alive.
"I…AM…DEUS!" Jared said as he kicked the man Sparta style.
Just then a big bang came from outside.
Few minutes later…
"So," a cop asked "The guy in the ski mask tried to attack your class, but you kicked his butt."
"Well, more of the stomach, but yes." replied Jared.
"But he has nothing to do with the bomb that destroyed half of the school?" the cop said.
"Yes… wait, isn't it your job to investigate that?" Jared asked.
"Well it's the detective's job actually, I'm just helping out."
"Okay, well I need to make sure everyone is all right." Jared said as he left the cop to his duties.
"So was that explosion your handy work… whoever you are." Jared asked the voice.
"Yes and it's about time I reveal who I am, but find a secluded spot where no one can see me," replied the voice.
"Fine, everything that transpired here better be worth it."
Jared ran to the other half of the school that was not destroyed, seems no one cares for the part that still stands.
Out of sight, Jared stopped to look around to make sure no one had followed.
"Okay, coast clear. So who are you exactly?"
A portal suddenly appeared a few feet out in front of Jared, surprising him of what's happening.
"Walk into the portal Jared, and all your questions shall be answered."
"Well I got nothing to lose, actually I got a lot to lose, but I don't give a shit." Jared said.
Jared walks into the portal and gets transported to a gigantic white room with a single staircase leading up to nowhere.
"Walk up the staircase, and you'll find me." The voice foretold.
Jared started walking, and walking and walking, but there was no end in sight.
"Is there an end to these stairs?" Jared whined.
"There is, just a few thousand to go." The voice teased.
"Well then," Jared declared "I better pick up the pace."
Jared started to walk faster this time, taking two steps at a time, then four, then 10. He started jumping in a way a ninja would, skipping 50 steps at a time.
"What the heck," the voiced said in awe. "How are you doing that, aren't you human."
"I am human," Jared replied. "Didn't I tell you I can do anything if it's in my power?"
"But humans can't jump 50 steps at a time!" The voice exclaimed.
"Well this one can!" Jared yelled as he finally reached the top of the stairs, doing a front-flip at the last flight of steps.
"Very impressive human," said the voice. "Not many can do what you can."
At the middle of the room was the white figure with a gray underside, pointed feet with golden hooves, and a cross-like wheel around its abdomen. It had a long white and gray mane, green eyes with red pupils that seem to carry years of wisdom.
"Oh my Buddha," Jared said "You're Arceus, God of Pokémon!"
"Yes Jared, I am Arceus." The voice, now known as Arceus, replied.
"So uh… where's the laundry you want me to do."
"Ah yes, right through… wait." Arceus started "I sense a disturbance in the force."
"What?"
"Jared!" Arceus bellowed "I have a new job for you, go and save the world from a new threat that is rising up."
"Ok, but where do I start?" questioned Jared.
"I shall teleport you to the beginning."
"What?"
As soon as he asked, a portal opened up from below his feet, dropping him into the void.
Out of the other side…
"Holy shit!" Jared said as he landed on his bum.
Around himself he looked. There were lush trees, a blue sky, and… starlys? In the forests he saw many pokemon, bidoofs, shinx, you name it!
"So," Jared thought. "Looks like Arceus sent me to the world of pokemon, got to say the place looks a lot better than my world."
Jared pondered for a moment to think what to say next.
"Well," he began. "Let the adventure begin… what's that noise?"
Author's Notes: Well that's the end of chapter two, only about 998 to go, JK :D. Any who, thanks for reading folks, and please send a good review on the story or a review to fix any grammar/spelling. Good night!